camp AGORAPHOBIA | rta; mud

[FLINTWISH]

Flintpaw isn't dead.

This is a great comfort to him, he thinks. Getting sick again — even just a cold, just those sniffles and whimpering sneezes — had terrified him. The running nose, the muffled ears, the crust at the corners of his eyes; he could only see himself in that sickbed again, delirious with fever and terrified of the starlit sky's maw sweeping him away by the nape of the neck. Starlingheart had taken care of him of course. She always had, and she always would. But StarClan didn't make it easy.

Flintpaw isn't dead, but his brother is. Flintpaw isn't dead, but Magpiepaw is. Starlingheart has lost more children than she'd ever borne; more friends and family than other cats could make in a single lifetime (more than he could make in a single lifetime, he thinks, for he did not inherit her social graces). Nettlepaw's murder had weighed heavily on him throughout his reclusive stint. Somewhere around him a toad hauls itself through the mud. Flintpaw feels the earthblood wetness between his once-white toes. It's almost enough to make him retch; but then, he hadn't retched for his own brother.

The pale-furred apprentice (should he be a warrior now? the thought scares him) has stationed himself outside of Starlingheart's den. He often does this now, as if afraid to leave her alone for too long. Each time he does, she seems to encounter new tragedies. Maybe if he never let her leave camp again, she would stop hurting, but he knows that such a task is impossible, so he does his best to mitigate harm where he can. He's more vigilant than a gargoyle until something splashes a wave of mud up at him.

A sharp hiss exits his lungs and Flintpaw shakes what mud he can off of his dust-blue pelt. "Watch it!" he snaps at his assailant.

/ feel free to be the one who splashed him! ^_^

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧ 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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  — flintkit . flintpaw
  — he / they / she ; apprentice of shadowclan
  — short-haired solid blue tom with low white and blue/green heterochromatic eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by sixbane, signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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[Sycamorepaw!]

[ ༻ 𐃉 ༺ ] Everyday Sycamorekit got better and better about leaving the nursery and exploring, but still when another make any attempts to approach the kit he would his or scuttle off back into hiding. So, the tiny kit just manage to find ways to try and sneak about and not be spotted by his fellow peers unless the kit wanted to be seen.

Today had been one of those days where Sycamorekit just wanted to watch his aunt work, she was nice and Starlingheart was patient, understanding even which made the kit feel more at ease being around her. Yet today had been different, a strange cat stood perched near the entrance of Starlingheart's den and without taking a moment to watch where he had been going the kit had sent a toad hopping through mud which splashed the flint-colored apprentice.

"Who are you?" the fluff on the kit's neck began to rise at the unfamiliar cat in front of him. Unaware the other had been sick the whole time healing within his mother's den. Still Sycamorekit disliked seeing strange faces, and for all he knew Flintpaw was dangerous. "Auntie Starlingheart should not be disturb. Why are you here?" he stated a bit flatly, narrowing his green eyes at the other. Unaware that Flintpaw was another cousin amongst the crowd of cats that lived within the clan.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── So breakable unbreakable ──┐‎

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  Sycamorekit 𐃉 He,She, They, Shadowclan kit, 4 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosetted Cinnamon Tabby with low white and green eyes, has an extra set of toes
  ⭃ Lilacfur x Siltcloud
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Opossumpaw]

Opossumpaw had average parents - they loved each other and had always been good to him, perhaps a little too good he'd been a spoiled kit. He was a litter of one and didn't need to share a thing, it made him into quiet the humble well adjusted apprentice apprentice, he was happy with his life with how average it was compared to the torments his clanmates and peers went through. He thanks Starclan he wasn't in Slatepaw's paws, it was as if his very blood was cursed; he feels bad for him, feels bad for Starlingheart, they were two of very few in the clan he would never dare think about messing with even playfully. If the medicine cat asked anything of him he'd do it without question even plucking ticks off a elders grizzled rump he'd do it for her. Ease her burdens in whatever small way he could. She'd been there for the clan, nursed them all back to health, helped deliver so many queens litters, regardless of her troubles of moons of tragedy that didn't let up she still tended to her work as a medicine cat. There was no cat he respected more in the clan.

He pads in it's direction catching the rigid form of Flintpaw guarding the entrance; a watchful guard dog over his mother. The warden however is being prodded at by a kit, mud splashed upon his pale fur. He smiles a huff of a chuckle leaving him, Sycamorekit clearly doesn't know he's staring up at his cousin and Opossumpaw doesn't blame him. It'd been moons since he and the older apprentice shared the same den, he'd been busy healing and it was a sight for sore eyes to see the tom standing strong again. He pads up to the two of them "That's Flintpaw, he's her son fluffbrain" he purrs, there's no edge to his meow just gentle teasing. He tilts his head Flintpaw's way "Was wondering if she needed anything, I'm good at finding the comfiest moss I think I can help find some herbs too if she needs them. Buutttt if she's resting I don't wanna disturb her y'know?" With Magpiepaw gone it was only her left to scour the territory.

He'd come back later if he was shooed away.

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  Opossumpaw ✩ He/Him, Shadowclan apprentice, 7 moons
  ⭃ Tortie-point tom with pale cream fur and blue eyes
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[smogstar]

Tragedy flows diligently down Briar's bloodline. Three generations in ShadowClan, left marred by illness, betrayal, violence, and death. It is an attestation to the spiteful cruelty so pervasive in the unseen forces that guide this world onward, should they even exist. There are cats who're untouched by this sort of misfortune, living about their days without disruption, able to get back up whenever they're torn down. Then there are those unable to rise higher than a short distance, beaten back to the depths from which they surfaced, each time returning with fewer prospects than before. That is the recurrent condition Starlingheart's kin experience, and unlike the other ailments she's equipped to treat, the medicine cat is completely helpless.

That Flintpaw yet draws breath is nothing short than miraculous. He seemed well on the way to the starry fields themselves the last time Smogmaw had set his eyes upon him. But by a virtue undisclosed, at least by the limited faculties mortal life offers, the apprentice clung stubbornly to life. Not only did they walk among their clanmates once more, but their frigid attitude appeared practically untouched. A sharp output of air forces from the deputy's nostrils, bemused by Flintpaw's reaction. In ShadowClan terms, it's a rather pleasant one. Sycamorekit ought to be grateful.

There's good reason to assume that Starlingheart's surviving kit won't be all too keen on Smogmaw dropping by to say hello. Many good reasons, if anything. In total spite of the fact, his shadow-striped limbs carry him toward the medicine cat's den, noggin dipping in acknowledgement to Sycamorekit and Opposumpaw on approach. Stars, the lad's been out of sorts for so long, there are clanmates wholly unaware to his existence.

"Hullo. Good to see you alive." Parked in the younger feline's periphery, he remarks unceremoniously. Lackluster. "Finally on the mend?"​

 

[FLINTWISH]

Once Flintpaw sets his eyes on the scrap that had startled him, he feels shame coat his tongue, hot and thick. To snap at a kitten... well, it is not exactly outside his range of usual behavior, but it now strikes an uncomfortable chord. Granitepelt had never yelled at him, but he can't help but wonder if he looks like his father with his teeth bared and hackles raised all over a bit of mud. I'd be nicer if this wasn't so par for the course, she thinks, but really, what excuse is there? Still, there is very little kindness harbored in Flintpaw's dock. She regards Sycamorekit with a cold, hard stare; one that only sharpens when the child speaks.

Auntie Starlingheart should not be disturbed. Oh. She can picture Lilacfur in the medicine den, bearing Siltcloud's kits — can picture seeing this woody kitten nestled up at her belly, distant as he'd been in his sick haze. This is a new cousin. Flintpaw grimaces at the thought, apparently long enough for another apprentice to swoop to her rescue.

Opossumpaw seems nice enough. Half his age, a new apprentice, mottled in birch bark and oak. They hadn't talked much even when Flintpaw was still in the apprentice's den, but really that was not so out of the ordinary for the slate-hewn boy. He acknowledges the other tom with a brief, softened glance before speaking deftly to Sycamorekit once more, "I'm your cousin." It's what he leaves it at; no apology for his outburst, nor much warmth extended to Lilacfur's kit. He feels guilty, he thinks, to not be kinder, but it's just not something he can summon up right now.

As for his fellow apprentice (he shivers suddenly — he shouldn't be an apprentice anymore, but being a warrior sounds so scary), Flintpaw offers a curious twitch of his whiskers. "I think she's awake," he informs. "Um... I'm sure she'd appreciate the help." I should be helping her. But Flintpaw is not a medicine cat as much as he is a control freak.

And then the calm shatters around him. Smogmaw intrudes on his moment of peace to be infuriatingly kind to her, and it is all she can think to do to fix him with a severe stare and a squared jaw. Good to see you alive, he says with little fanfare, and the apprentice's shoulders bristle quietly. It's a seething not unfamiliar to the deputy by now. Their history is a tumultuous one. The first time they'd been alone together he'd humiliated her; the last time they'd been alone together he'd basically saved her life. Is it cruel to wish that he hadn't? Cruel to Starlingheart, maybe. Flintpaw frowns deeply, the wrinkles cutting into her stony face, and hisses an accusation: "Like you care."

Tall, white-tipped ears flick in his beat of thought, but eventually Flintpaw relents of his own accord. Maybe he's weak-willed for it. Maybe he is interested in mending more than his own health. Who's to say, really? His fur relaxes, though, and he straightens his posture slightly, as if to become more open. "... Starlingheart said I can train again. I'm glad." Not that he felt he'd ever gained much skill in the first place (not to discredit Scalejaw's valiant efforts). Maybe he could prove himself wrong sometime.

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧ 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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  — flintkit . flintpaw
  — he / they / she ; apprentice of shadowclan
  — short-haired solid blue tom with low white and blue/green heterochromatic eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by sixbane, signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. Flintpaw isn’t dead- miraculous, really. How many times has the ashen apprentice been left, hardly clinging to life? Even if it had just been a cold that plagued them- one would have thought his end was near with all that simpering.
Briarpaw doesn’t see the apprentice as she enters camp right away, too busy trailing on the heels of Skunktail. Splash!
Well, that caught her attention. Drifting away from her dorsal-striped mentor, Briarpaw approaches the scene with equal measures of sharp caution and curiosity. The kit who had splashed Flintpaw causes a meager amused twitch of her whiskers, fully closing the distance between her and the small group that had formed.
Smogmaw asks the really important questions, and Briarpaw’s brow bone quirks as a question forms on her barbed tongue. "So, should I expect to see you up there with me?" The ebony molly hums, chin dipping in the general direction of Clanrock. It was unlikely, Briarpaw knows- she had already passed her warrior assessment with flying colors, but what was the best motivation to catch up if not for a touch of passive-aggressive rivalry?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARPAW ꔫ she/her, apprentice of shadowclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Gigglepaw]

Gigglekit approaches the group because she spots Sycamorekit and Smogmaw there, and definitely not because she's hoping to get another taste of honey out of Starlingheart. She knows that her aunt told her it was only for special occasions and when someone gets hurt, but it certainly couldn't hurt to ask, could it?

The kit's ears perk up when Flintpaw says that he's Sycamorekit's cousin, and then Opossumpaw says that Flintpaw is Starlingheart's son. Hey! That made him her cousin, also!

"Wow, you're Starlingheart's son?" Gigglekit gasps as she prances up as far as she dares to Flintpaw, eyes blinking and shining as she looks up at the older tom. "Hey, y'know, that means we're cousins, too! Isn't that fun?"

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  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[MIRESTAR]

"That's great news!" Comes the voice that is such a vast difference in tone amongst all the dour faces and words. Mirepurr thinks it to be deserved; Flintpaw deserves some recognition of her survival against all odds. Little Sycamorekit's lack of knowledge regarding his mere existence says enough about how long she had been out of commission for. With all that StarClan takes from them, there's always some miracle to be found.

Mirepurr considers reminding Sycamorekit to be more watchful, but they're not certain Lilacfur would appreciate someone trying to police her kit, even if it comes from a friendly maw like their own. The moment is gone anyway, with Smogmaw's arrival that turns the air between deputy and apprentice into fog so thick that a claw could cut through it. "Going out today already?" they ask instead, an olive branch extended. They're not unfamiliar with scalding-hot words meeting theirs, and Flintpaw is definitely pricklier than some, but they see no harm in trying.

And the family grows, Mirepurr thinks when Gigglekit speaks up, but does not dare to say out loud. The topic of family is not an easy one here, not in this specific company.
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